There’s a passage in Nick Hornby’s 'Fever Pitch’ that reads “I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to anyone who has had to listen to my pathetically strained analogies - I now accept that football has no relevance to the Falklands conflict, the Rushdie affair, childbirth, the ozone layer, the poll tax, etc..”

While he’s obviously wrong, I’d like to echo Nick Hornby in apologising to friends, family and total strangers for insisting that every conversation topic needs to picked apart, understood, and analysed.

I now accept that a Sunday afternoon trip to Tesco’s isn’t an automatic invitation to start a discussion about the ethics of indirect taxation, or the relative value of non-price competition in an Oligopoly.

When I’m not talking to myself about Philosophy, I’m most often found playing chess, supporting local football team AFC Wimbledon (where I’m a volunteer and season-ticket holder), or wondering what Alex Turner is up to right now.